King Richard III: With The Tragedie of Richard, Duke of Yorke ... ; [and, Henry VIII]Doubleday & McClure, 1897 - 384 Seiten |
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... thou , when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot ... thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power o'er his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ...
... thou , when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot ... thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power o'er his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ...
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... thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds , Behold this pattern of thy butcheries . O , gentlemen , see , see ! dead Henry's wounds Open their ...
... thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds , Behold this pattern of thy butcheries . O , gentlemen , see , see ! dead Henry's wounds Open their ...
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... thou liest : Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her slanderous tongue , Which laid ...
... thou liest : Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her slanderous tongue , Which laid ...
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... Thou mayst be damnéd for that wicked deed ! - O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous ! Glo . The fitter for the King of heaven , that hath him . Anne . He is in heaven , where thou shalt never come . Glo . Let him thank me , that holp ...
... Thou mayst be damnéd for that wicked deed ! - O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous ! Glo . The fitter for the King of heaven , that hath him . Anne . He is in heaven , where thou shalt never come . Glo . Let him thank me , that holp ...
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... thou spit at me ? Anne . Would it were mortal poison , for thy sake ! Glo . Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect my eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady ...
... thou spit at me ? Anne . Would it were mortal poison , for thy sake ! Glo . Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect my eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anne Anne Boleyn bear bless blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell crown curse daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch Duke Duke of NORFOLK Duke of York Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Elizabeth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grif hand happy hath haue hear heart Heaven holy honour hope house of Lancaster Kath Katharine King Henry King Henry VIII King Richard King's lady live look Lord Cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings loue madam mother Murd murder noble NORFOLK peace pity play poor pray prince Queen RATCLIFF Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir Thomas Lovell sleep sorrow soul souldiers speak Stan stand Stanley sweet tell thee There's tongue Tower unto Warwike wife Wolsey York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 22 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Seite 150 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no...
Seite 150 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Seite 27 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Seite 43 - I passed, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman* which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Seite 140 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 27 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 15 - King Henry making a masque at the Cardinal Wolsey's house, and certain cannons being shot off at his entry, some of the paper, or other stuff wherewith one of them was stopped, did light on the thatch, where being thought at first but an idle smoke, and their eyes more attentive to the show, it kindled inwardly, and ran round like a train, consuming within less than an hour the whole house to the very ground.
Seite 24 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns...
Seite 43 - Behold, Thou hast made my days as it were a span long : and mine age is even as nothing in respect of Thee ; and verily every man living is altogether vanity. For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain : he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.